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He looked normal. Bony knuckles, rubbery skin, the small scar under his palm from a fight with a sea king when he was seven. But he could still feel it. The ghost of Gear Fourth.
Because he’d already broken the only thing that mattered: his own limits. gear fourth
He remembered the first time he’d tried it. A massive gorilla with fists like boulders had him pinned. Luffy bit his own forearm, hard enough to draw blood. He looked normal
